The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

"You're dreaming!" Seeing her husband's lack of resolve, Mary quickly stepped forward and shouted in a shrill voice, "I'm going to sue you! You soldiers are bullying us civilians! I'm going to file a complaint with the British embassy!"

"Fine." Liang Zhe's lips curled into a cold smile. "I forgot to tell you, we soldiers are born to protect the civilians of Great Xia. You have insulted Great Xia, and today, you must apologize!"

"What if...what if we don't?" Mary said, her neck stiff and her voice lacking its previous confidence.

"It's alright," Liang Zhe said calmly. "Then we'll wait until you're willing to apologize."

He then turned to Manager Huang and ordered in a deep voice, "Please evacuate the dining area and close the doors. Leave these three 'distinguished overseas Chinese' here. They can ask me for permission whenever they wish to apologize or leave."

Manager Huang's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. He was just wondering how to deal with this family of three. If he forcibly kicked them out, they might turn around and accuse him, which would only cause more trouble. Liang Zhe's suggestion couldn't be better; it would be satisfying and wouldn't leave any leverage against him!

He immediately addressed the crowd, saying, "Comrades, please find another place to eat. Our guesthouse will provide another meal for everyone free of charge. Please leave in an orderly manner!"

"Great!" The crowd erupted in cheers, clapping and applauding.

We must not be polite to such despicable people who forget their ancestors and traditions!

As the group filed out, they couldn't help but give Liang Zhe a thumbs-up as they passed by. "Comrade, you really know how to do things! That was so satisfying!"

Two guards, carrying Tian Tian, ​​followed the others out. Tian Tian, ​​perched on a guard's shoulder, waved her little hand at Liang Zhe and shouted, "Daddy!"

Liang Zhe's gaze softened as he looked at his daughter. He nodded to her and said gently, "Good girl, you did a great job today. Dad is proud of you."

He was both gratified and heartbroken that his daughter was willing to stand up for him in this situation.

At the same time, I was also terrified. Luckily, there were guards around, so my daughter didn't get hurt.

As Yang Qiaozhi watched everyone leave one by one, and the dining area gradually emptied, he finally panicked. His family of three hadn't eaten yet, and if they were really locked up here, it wouldn't just be embarrassing, but they would also go hungry.

"Hey! How dare you! Let us out! We are from the United States! You can't illegally detain us!" George Yang shouted at the door.

It's laughable that he still clings to his identity as an American citizen. Everyone present looked at him with disdain, and some even rolled their eyes at him.

Yang Qiaozhi tried to rush out several times, but was stopped by the guards at the door. Soon, only Yang Qiaozhi and his family of three, Liang Zhe, Manager Huang, and a few staff members from the guesthouse remained in the entire dining area.

Liang Zhe gestured with his chin toward Manager Huang, his tone indifferent: "Close the door."

Manager Huang, eager to vent his anger, immediately rolled up his sleeves, strode forward, and prepared to close the door to the dining area.

"No! Don't close it!" Seeing the door about to shut, Mary panicked, screaming as she rushed forward and blocked the doorway with her body. "Don't close it! I need to get out! I'm calling the police!"

Henry, behind her, burst into tears again, crying and shouting, "Daddy, I'm so hungry... I won't cry anymore..."

George Yang was in a terrible state of panic; his previous arrogance had long been shattered by fear and confusion.

Looking at his crying wife and children, and then at Liang Zhe's cold expression, he could only steel himself, lower his posture, and whisper, "You, you... let's talk this out."

"We have nothing to say to you," Liang Zhe said unmoved. "You speak English, while we speak Chinese."

"Comrade..." Yang Qiaozhi awkwardly switched to Chinese, "What is your surname? This is all a misunderstanding."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and took out a thick wad of US dollars from the middle.

"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." He tried to stuff the money into Liang Zhe's hand.

Without hesitation, Liang Zhe raised his hand, and the stack of green banknotes scattered across the ground like waste paper. Mary cried out in surprise and immediately squatted down to pick them up.

Seeing their greedy and pathetic appearance, Liang Zhe scoffed, turned around and walked out, "Manager Huang, close the door!"

"No!" Yang Qiaozhi was utterly desperate. "Let's talk this out! Comrade, we can talk!"

He absolutely could not allow his family of three to be locked in this house, helpless and desperate. Besides, if word got out, he would be completely ruined!

Anlip will look down on him, and the Eagle Embassy won't care about him. Everything he has worked so hard to obtain will vanish in the blink of an eye.

However, the double doors were already half closed, and when Yang Qiaozhi rushed up to stop them, how could he possibly stop the crowd in the food and beverage area?

Just as the other half was about to close, behind him was his son's heart-wrenching cries, his wife was picking up money with tears streaming down her face, and opposite him was a group of indifferent people from Daxia, who stood by with their arms crossed.

"etc--!!!"

Overwhelmed by despair, Yang Qiaozhi cried out, "I apologize, I...I apologize..."

The manager's hand, which had been closing the door, froze in mid-air as he stared coldly at him.

Cold sweat poured down Yang Qiaozhi's forehead. Forced to lower his head, he whispered, "I was wrong."

"You should apologize to the girl first."

Someone shouted, and everyone chimed in, "That's right, you're wasting food, it's shameful. The little girl is right, you should apologize to her."

Upon hearing this, the guard lifted Tian Tian onto his neck and walked straight to Yang Qiaozhi.

"Apologize! Apologize to the little girl!" the crowd shouted.

Sweetie opened her big eyes, her little face serious. She felt extremely proud that her behavior had been praised by everyone.

Yang Qiaozhi swallowed hard, his face turning bright red. He had lived for so long and had never apologized to a three-year-old child before.

But right now, the situation was beyond his control, so he could only grit his teeth and whisper to Tian Tian, ​​"I'm sorry, Uncle was wrong."

"Speak louder! We can't hear you!" But the crowd didn't let him off the hook.

Yang Qiaozhi's face flushed red, and he repeated loudly, "I'm sorry, Uncle was wrong!"

"Then you have to pick up the steamed bun," Tian Tian said stubbornly.

She had seen the grandfathers, uncles, and aunts at the base eating sweet potatoes and coarse grains. It was such a waste that they were wasting such good food.

Helpless, George Yang could only give his wife a wink. Mary wiped away her tears and went over to pick up the steamed bun from the ground.

Sweetie was finally satisfied.

"Okay, Sweetie, I can forgive you, but you two can't do this again."

The little girl spoke very seriously, saying that only by apologizing can one be forgiven for doing something wrong.

Yang Qiaozhi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he could leave now, but Liang Zhe remained standing in front of him like a mountain. "Wait."

"...Is there anything else?" George Yang's heart tightened.